Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.